Walking in the fall is like eating potato chips with my mouth open! John bites down on his chips with his lips open into an “o” instead of a “ahh” for the optimum echo. His crunches rings off the walls.
My feet have crunchy treats; fir tree pine cones. What a glorious sound and feel. My feet quiver like John’s mouth sounds and vibrations travel through my entire being and bounce off the roof of my mouth.
Empty walnut shells are a close second!! If we park in appropriate places, John slips out of a store while I shop. He gathers up the shells, lines up empties on the ground, in a row along my side of the car. IT’S BETTER THAN CUT FLOWERS! A few times John has had so many empty English Walnut shells to work with that as soon as I opened the store door I stepped on the first one! There’s a path all the way to the car! I can just imagine what other shoppers must have thought when they saw him carefully lining up empty walnut shells across the parking lot, up the side walk to the front door!
“Mommy look! A crazy man!” “No sweetheart, he’s not crazy, that’s how creative men give flowers to their wives.”
Other crazy John exploits are in my book Eagles and Banana Peels. at Amazon.com.  nancymauerman.com